94 Diagon Alley

Chapter 163: Festival

"No," Hermione said, pulling over Ron's paper, "'Divination' is not 'Old Ten' either. What pen did you use?"

"It's Fred and George's typo...but I think the magic is starting to fail..."

"It must be," said Hermione, pointing to the title of his dissertation, "we're going to write about how to deal with Dementors, not 'Dredgers,' and I don't remember when you The name was changed to 'Luo Bird Wei Keli'."

"Huh?!" Ron stared at the parchment in horror, "don't ask me to rewrite!"

"It's fine, it can be fixed." Hermione said, pulling the paper over and pulling out her wand.

"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, leaning back into his chair, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Hermione blushed slightly, but only said: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I don't." Ron muttered softly, covering his mouth, but the others—Gwen bet he couldn't even hear what he said.

"Okay." About twenty minutes later, Hermione returned the paper to Ron.

"Thanks a lot," said Ron. "Can I use your pen to write the conclusion?"

Harry found no help in that old potions book, he looked around, only four of them were left in the lounge, Seamus had just cursed Snape and the papers he had arranged Went upstairs to sleep. There was only the crackling of the fire and the rustling of Ron's final essay on Dementors with Hermione's pen. Harry had just closed the Half-Blood Prince's book with a yawn.

Gwen looked at Junxiu's handwriting on the textbook with interest, and asked in surprise, "When did you practice calligraphy? Harry."

"These are not my notes." Harry was a little embarrassed and put away the textbook sideways.

"But I must have seen these words somewhere." Gwen pinched his chin and recalled, "Is it yours? Hermione."

Hermione hurriedly denied, "It's not me, that book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince."

"He's a genius." Ron said, looking at the little brown-haired witch's expression, and added, "A genius similar to Hermione."

Gwen was a little nervous, "Tell me I think too much, shouldn't this be the old textbook of the mysterious man?"

This time Harry and Hermione denied it in unison, because Ginny had also raised this suspicion. Eventually she confirmed that the handwriting was different from the one in Riddle's diary.

Gwen still thinks that he has seen this beautiful writing before, and is thinking hard. suddenly-

Crack.

Hermione let out a short scream, Ron spilled ink on the paper, and Harry cried, "Dobby!"

Dobby appeared beside the seat with the teapot cover on one side.

"Harry Potter!" it screeched, "Dobby is helping, Dobby is reporting!"

"What?" Hermione asked, still seeming surprised by their sudden appearance. "What's the matter, Harry?"

Harry hesitated, he hadn't told Hermione about having Dobby follow Malfoy, because house-elves were always a touchy subject for her.

"Well...it's tracking Malfoy for me."

Gwen immediately looked at Harry, "I thought you would discuss it with Sirius?"

Harry explained: "I talked to him. Sirius couldn't tell the holes in Marauder's map, but he asked me why I didn't ask Kreacher to help—"

"He's joking." Ron said, Hermione glared at him, and immediately changed, "Kreacher isn't your house-elf, it won't listen to you."

"And Kreacher is not a loyal partner." Harry commented eloquently, "Recently, Sirius's rebellious mood has awakened, and Kreacher has regained his disgust for him..."

"So Harry Potter asked Dobby for help. Dobby hasn't slept in a week, Harry Potter!" Dobby said proudly, shaking his body.

Hermione was immediately indignant. "You didn't sleep, Dobby? But Harry, you didn't tell him not to—"

"Of course not," Harry said hurriedly. "Dobby, you can sleep, can't you? But did you find anything?" he asked quickly, before Hermione could interrupt.

"Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" Dobby screamed angrily, "a bad boy, he-he-"

It trembled all over, from the fringes of the teapot cover to the top of the socks, and rushed towards the fire as if to jump into it. Harry didn't expect it at all, and hurriedly hugged its waist tightly, Dobby flinched after struggling for a few seconds.

"Thank you, Harry Potter," it panted, "Dobby still has a hard time speaking ill of his old master..."

Harry let him go. Dobby put the teapot hood on. "Harry Potter, sir," Dobby shrilled, his big round eyes shining in the firelight, "Dobby didn't find Master Malfoy breaking any rules, but he was still careful. To prevent detection. He used to take different students to the eighth floor, and they sent him a guard, and he walked in—"

"House of Requirement!" Harry slapped Advanced Potions Maker **** the head. Both Hermione and Ron stared at him. "He just slipped in there! That's where he did that...what the hell! I bet that's why he disappeared from the map - now that I think about it, I've never seen a Room of Requirement on a map! "

"Maybe the guy who made the Marauder's map didn't even know the room existed," said Ron.

"I think it's part of the magic of that room," Hermione said. "If you need it to not show up on the map, then not show it."

"Dobby, did you go in and see what Malfoy was doing?" Harry asked eagerly.

"No, Harry Potter, that's impossible," said Dobby.

"Nothing is impossible," Harry said quickly. "Malfoy broke into our headquarters last year, so I can go in and peek at him, no problem."

"I don't think so, Harry." Hermione said slowly, "It was because Marietta, an idiot, leaked the news, Malfoy already knew how we were going to use the room, he You want that room to become D.A. headquarters, and it becomes. But right now, you don't know what the room looked like when Malfoy went in, so you don't know what it became."

"There will be a way," Harry said disapprovingly. "You're doing well, go get some sleep, Dobby."

"Thank you, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squealed happily, and disappeared.

Gwen bowed his head thinking about why Malfoy went to the Room of Requirement - there was so much he could do there. In fact, thinking about it, the last time I caught him was near the Room of Requirement, which means he's been operating undercover in that room. But when she thought about it, the numbness of her tongue and the burning throat reminded Gwen that she couldn't tell anyone her guess.

"Is it all right?" As soon as the elf was gone, Harry turned to Ron, Gwen and Hermione, excitedly saying, "We know where Malfoy is! Now You can block him!"

"Yes, that's great," said Ron gloomily, trying to wipe the large sheet of ink from the paper where a paper was almost finished. Hermione dragged it over and started sucking the ink away with her wand.

"But what's with the 'different students'?" Hermione asked. "How many people were involved? He probably wouldn't let many people know what he was doing..."

"Yeah, that's weird," Harry frowned. "I heard him tell Crabbe to ignore what he's doing...why tell all this...so..."

Harry's voice dropped, his eyes fixed on the fire. "God, I'm stupid," he whispered. "Obviously, isn't it? There's a big vat in the basement... He could have stolen it anytime in that class..."

"Stolen what?" Ron asked.

"Potion Potion. He stole the Potion Potion that Slughorn showed us in the first Potions class...no different students sent Malfoy to watch...that's Crabbe And Goyle...yes, right now!" Harry jumped to his feet, pacing the fire, "because only these two would be stupid enough to listen to Malfoy even if he didn't say what he was doing. Ordered... but he didn't want people to see these two outside the room of responsiveness, so he let them drink Potion and look like someone else... The two girls I saw the day of the Quidditch match—ha! It's Crabbe and Goyle!"

"You mean," said Hermione, holding her breath, "that little girl I helped fix the balance—?"

"Yeah, of course!" Harry said loudly, looking at her, "Of course! Malfoy must have been in the Room of Requirement, so the girl-boy dropped the scale and told Malfoy to stay out, outside Someone! We've been walking around beside him and we don't know it!"

"He turned Crabbe and Goyle into girls?" Ron said, laughing, "God...no wonder they're not so happy lately...I wonder why they didn't tell him, 'Go to hell'..."

"They wouldn't, would they? If he threatened them with Voldemort," said Harry.

Hermione pursed her lips suspiciously, rolling up the dry paper and returning it to Ron, lest it happen again.

"Look," Harry said confidently.

"Okay, then look at it." Hermione said and stood up and stretched, "But Harry, don't get too excited, I still think that if you don't know there are What, you can't get into the Room of Requirement. And I don't think you should forget," she threw her bag over her shoulder and gave him a serious look, "you should focus on getting Slughorn's memory. Good night. ."

Harry watched her go, feeling a little unhappy. As soon as the door to the girls' dormitory closed behind her, he turned to Gwen.

“How do you

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